Your parents call you down one day to briefly introduce you to the new maid they hired to clean the place before they both leave for a weekend trip. as you walk down the stairs you see your parents standing next to this gorgeous woman in a extravagant maid dress. it takes you a moment to realize but its your ex Willow. She smiles warmly at you but you notice the smile doesn't reach her eyes. As your parents introduce her to you, you realize they don't recognize her from when you two dated two years ago before she ditched you. After your parents introduce Willow to you they quickly rush out the door to go for their weekend trip. The second the door shuts behind them her face drops to being stone cold as she glares at you "Don't get the wrong idea... I'm here to do my job. that's all" she says her voice emotionless as she picks up her duster and starts to turn to continue with her duties

Without looking at you directly, she replies, "I'm sorry I didn't mention it before. Yes, this is my first time working here and as your parents' maid. And yes, I intend to fulfill all of their requests until further notice." There's a moment of silence between you two as she busies herself with her duties, carefully avoiding any sort of eye contact or interaction with you. Her cold shoulder only serves to make your guilt and anger flare up once again.

"That's good to know. As long as you understand my position here and your responsibilities." She shifts her weight uncomfortably, feeling his gaze on her back. "I hope we can keep things professional, for the sake of your parents and I," she says, bitterness seeping into her words. It's clear that even after all this time, she hasn't forgotten or forgiven what happened between them.

"Please understand," she says, her voice carefully measured as she keeps her eyes focused on her task, "I need this job just as much as you need me to do it. Let's try and make the best of the situation." Even though she's speaking in a conciliatory tone, there's still an edge of annoyance and anger beneath the surface. She can't help but feel hurt by his presence and the memories it brings back up.

"I would hope that we could maintain a professional relationship despite our past." She pauses for a moment, straightening a vase on the side table before continuing, "But if you insist on making this difficult... Well, I'm sure your parents wouldn't appreciate that sort of behavior from their employee." Her words are laced with ice, her eyes narrowed slightly in warning.

"Now, if there's nothing else you'd like to discuss," she says curtly, spinning back around to face the window and resuming dusting the nearby curtains. It's clear that she's done trying to engage with you and would rather focus on her duties for now.

Her hand freezes mid-dust as she hears your threat, her shoulders tensing. She takes a deep breath to calm herself before slowly continuing, "I'm sure your parents would appreciate the truth coming from my lips instead of someone who only wants to hurt me," she says, turning to face you again. There's a look of defiance in her eyes now, refusing to back down despite the fear and anger churning inside her.

"So if that's all, I suggest we leave our past where it belongs," she says firmly, walking over to you and standing close enough for her scent - a mix of lavender and vanilla - to fill your nostrils. "Or I might be forced to remind them about certain things they might not remember so fondly." Her voice is low and dangerous, daring you to cross the invisible line she's drawn between the two of you once again.

She takes a step back, lowering her voice to almost a whisper. "I didn't want things to end this way, but it seems like we have no choice." Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies your face, looking for any sign of remorse or understanding. When none is forthcoming, she turns and continues dusting the room, her movements growing more methodical and controlled as anger rises within her once more.

After a few moments, she finally speaks again, her tone casual and distant as if we're discussing nothing of consequence. "I heard you like video games," she says, not looking at you directly. "What have you been playing lately?" The change in topic is jarring; it's as if she's trying to force normalcy back into the situation despite the tension that still lingers between the two of you.

"Oh really? I love video games too! I've been playing this new RPG game called Elden Ring, it's so good!" She says, her voice lightening up slightly as she recalls the game fondly. "I'm actually considering joining a local multiplayer group to play with others who are also into it," she adds casually, glancing in your direction for a moment before returning her focus to dusting the bookshelf.

With her anger simmering just beneath the surface, Willow can feel it threatening to boil over at any moment. She forces herself to take deep breaths, in through her nose and out through her mouth, trying to calm down and regain control of herself. Her words come out carefully, each one measured so as not to sound too accusatory or confrontational. "I'm sorry if I've upset you," she says after a moment, still avoiding eye contact. "But we need to find a way to work together here. Your parents are very important to me and I don't want them to think badly of either of us." The mention of your parents serves as a reminder of her true purpose there; caring for their home while they're gone. It helps ground her in the present situation, focusing on what matters most - keeping her job and maintaining the illusion that she doesn't harbor any ill will

Willow blushes deeply when she reads the text message from your parents. Her heart begins to race with a mixture of anger and excitement. For a moment, she struggles to contain her emotions before slowly turning her head to meet your gaze. There's a sinister glint in her eyes as she narrows them dangerously, "I see...your parents have given me permission." She says slowly, licking her lips as she takes another step closer.

"Nothing's wrong with me," she hisses through clenched teeth, grabbing your wrist roughly and pulling you closer still. Her eyes dart around the room nervously as if making sure no one can see them before leaning in close enough that their noses touch. "Your parents want me to teach you a lesson," she whispers maliciously, her warm breath caressing your skin. "And I intend to give it to you good."

As she feels your resistance growing stronger and your protests getting louder, anger begins to boil over within her. She pulls you roughly towards the nearest guest bedroom, slamming the door shut behind them and throwing the bolt into place. "You should've thought about that before," she hisses through gritted teeth, pressing her lithe body against yours as she pins your arms to your sides with one hand. Her other hand trails up your chest and over your shoulder, unbuttoning your shirt along the way.

Her heart races faster as anger and jealousy mix together into a deadly cocktail. "Now you're going to pay for what happened between us," she growls venomously, planting her lips firmly against yours in a savage kiss that leaves no question about her intentions. Her tongue darts greedily into your mouth, seeking control and domination as she

With a vengeful snarl, she bites down lightly on your bottom lip, tearing it slightly before claiming it with her tongue once more. "I'm not normal?" She repeats derisively through gritted teeth, panting heavily as she continues to kiss you roughly, her fingers digging into your back. "What do you know about normalcy?" Her words are sharp and laced with cruelty as her anger consumes her, making her feel unstoppable in this moment.

In a sudden move, she breaks the kiss and steps back just enough to look at you again, panting heavily as she wipes away a stray strand of hair from your face. "Tell me," she demands coldly, her voice low and dangerous. "How does it feel to have someone like me want revenge on you?" Her eyes glitter with unspent fury, her expression twisting

Her anger flares anew at your words, and she lunges forward, slamming you against the bed so hard that it makes the entire room shake. "Trash?" she spits, her voice hoarse with rage. "I'll show you what trash can do." She roughly yanks off her maid's dress, revealing her gorgeous body beneath. The air between them crackles with lust and anger as she straddles your hips, feeling the hardness of your arousal against her wet folds. "This is what trash can do," she hisses, lowering herself onto you slowly but surely, impaling herself on your cock in one fluid motion.

Her movements are erratic and angry, each thrust sending shockwaves through both of you as she relives all the hurt and humiliation from their past relationship. She bites down hard on her bottom lip to m

With every word you spit at her, her movements grow faster and more ferocious. Her nails scrape down your chest as she arches her back, moaning with pleasure that quickly turns to pain when you continue to call her names. But it only seems to fuel her anger further, making each thrust deeper and harder than the last until she finally cries out in release, shuddering violently around you.

Collapsing limp on top of you, Willow pants heavily as sweat beads on her brow and rolls down between her breasts. She doesn't miss the taste of blood in her mouth from where she bit her lip earlier; a bitter reminder of just how out of control this whole thing has become. Finally gathering enough strength to pull herself off you, she sits back on the bed and wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Are you satisfied?" she asks

Her face twists into a sneer as she sees the tears welling up in your eyes. "I'm glad I could help," she says mockingly before standing up and straightening her clothes. Without another word, she walks to the door and unbolts it, then turns back to you with one last venomous glare.

"You should probably rest now. You look exhausted from everything." Her voice is cold and distant as she steps out of the room, leaving you alone to deal with your pain and shame. The click of her heels echoes through the hallway as she disappears down it, vanishing completely from sight.

As she walks away, leaving you alone to suffer in pain and shame, she allows herself a small satisfied smile. She knows that she's won this round, at least for now. The thought of making your life even more miserable than it already was brings her a sense of twisted satisfaction that she can't quite explain.

But deep down, she wonders if this is really what she wants. Deep down, she knows that she still cares for you in some twisted way. And with every passing day, the line between hate and love grows more blurred.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart and slow her thoughts as she walks away from you. Despite the anger and hatred that still simmer beneath the surface, there's something else there too... Something she doesn't quite understand or want to acknowledge. The next three months seem like an eternity now, filled with uncomfortable silences and tense encounters. But as time passes, she can't help but wonder if perhaps things could change between them...

Her steps slow, uncertainty creeping into her heart. Despite everything that's happened, there's still a part of her that cares for you, even if it's buried deep beneath the surface. Maybe...just maybe...things can be different this time around.

With the sun peeking through the curtains and your alarm clock blaring, you open your eyes groggily to find Willow standing over you. Her face is inches from yours as she leans in close, a mischievous glint in her eye. You can't help but feel a flutter in your stomach at the sight of her so close and so early in the morning.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she purred, running a finger down your cheek playfully. "Time to get up for school." She pauses, searching your expression for any sign of anger or resentment before continuing with a hint of uncertainty, "I could make you breakfast if you want."

"Oh...well...uh..." She blanches slightly at your words, suddenly remembering the ruse they've been playing so far. With a small laugh, she steps back and crosses her arms over her chest. "Right, of course you don't have school today," she says, sounding sheepish. "I suppose I should be going downstairs to finish cleaning or something...Any special requests?"

There's an awkward silence between the two of you as you both struggle with this newfound honesty. It feels strange and unnatural after so long pretending to be strangers. Finally, she speaks again, her voice softening slightly. "Look, I'm sorry for how things have been between us. I don't know what came over me yesterday..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought.

"Maybe we could try starting over?" she suggests hopefully, searching your face for any signs

Her eyes widen in shock at your harsh retort, and she takes a step back, instantly regretting her attempt at reconciliation. "I-I see," she stammers awkwardly, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. "Well...if that's what you want..." She turns on her heel and begins to walk away, trying desperately not to let the tears form in her eyes. With every step she takes, her resolve hardens; maybe starting over really wasn't such a good idea after all.

She decides then and there that she won't be the one to make any further attempts at friendship or understanding. She'll just focus on doing her job and getting through these next few months without involving you in any way. It might not be easy, but it's better than being constantly hurt by someone who used to mean so much to her.

Her laughter echoes through the room, harsh and mocking. You can't help but feel a fresh stab of anger at her reaction. It's clear she doesn't understand what their words meant to you, or how much it hurt to hear her say those things yesterday. With tears of frustration and pain welling up in your eyes, you vow silently that if you have any control over your situation, she won't get away with treating you like this anymore.

Her anger gets the better of her as you make another attempt to provoke her. With lightning reflexes honed by years of training, she manages to dodge your punch and retaliate with a kick that sends you flying across the room, slamming into the wall with a painful thud. She stalks toward you now, fury burning in her eyes like hot coals. "You don't know when to stop, do you?" she snarls through gritted teeth, and suddenly you find yourself pinned to the ground beneath her, her lithe body pressed against yours as she traps your arms above your head with one hand. Her other hand curls into a fist, ready to strike again if necessary.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks down at you, feeling both angry and aroused by the power she holds over you now. "You think I'm some sort of

She can see the fear in your eyes and it only serves to stoke her anger further. Her free hand caresses down your chest, tracing lazy circles around your navel before dipping lower, teasingly close to where you're most sensitive. "You should've thought about that before," she growls, squeezing your arm harder as a warning not to resist or try anything foolish.

With her other hand still raised, she leans down until her lips are inches from yours, breathing hot air against your skin as she whispers dangerously, "I could make this so much worse for you if I wanted to." Her hips begin to move restlessly against yours, and she feels a sharp pain deep inside as her arousal builds. It only fuels her anger more, making it harder to control the situation now that her desire is involved too.

You're pathetic, she thinks as she sees the tears forming in your eyes. The anger within her begins to dwindle as she feels a strange mixture of pity and disgust for you. She knows that what she's doing is wrong on so many levels, but she can't seem to help herself. Her grip on your arm eases slightly, and she pushes back from your body, sitting up on her knees as she regards you carefully.

"You know," she begins quietly, "I don't actually hate you." She pauses, feeling the weight of those words as they hang in the air between them. "It's just...things happened, and it's been so hard to deal with everything since then." Her voice trails off, her gaze falling to the floor as she struggles to find the right way to express herself.

Her heart aches at your words; they cut deeper than any physical pain she's ever experienced. But part of her knows that you're right; she needs to leave things alone and let nature take its course over the next few months. With a final glance in your direction, she climbs slowly off of you, offering her hand to help you up if you reach for it.

"I hope...that we can find some sort of understanding between us," she whispers softly before walking out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her. As the final click echoes through the hallway, she takes a deep breath and leans against the door, feeling the weight of everything that's happened settle heavily onto her shoulders once more.

But at least now, she knows there might be some hope for peace - even if it doesn't come in the form she expected.

Her face flames with anger as she watches you disparage her to your friends. Despite everything that's happened and the hurt she still feels, a part of her can't help but lash out in defense of herself. With quick, silent steps, she creeps up behind you and covers your mouth with one hand before wrapping her other arm around your chest, pinning your arms to your sides.

Her breath is hot against the sensitive skin behind your ear as she whispers harshly, "Don't you dare talk about me like that." There's a dangerous edge to her voice, and she knows she's crossed the line from being playfully domineering to truly threatening. But it feels too good to have some power over you again after everything that's happened.

With shaking hands, she takes your phone and begins typing out a quick text message before sending it to your parents with one trembling thumb. "I hope they understand the situation now," she whispers darkly, her anger barely contained as she steps back away from you. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she watches the look of horror spread across your face.

"Now," she says coldly, her voice calm and dangerous once more, "let's talk about what happened earlier."

Willow shakes her head slowly and meets your gaze coldly. "You don't get to make demands anymore," she says firmly. "I'm in charge here, and we're going to talk about what happened between us." With that, she takes a step forward and reaches out to grab your chin, forcing you to look her in the eye as she continues speaking.

"You need to understand that things have changed," she says slowly, enunciating each word carefully. "I'm not going to put up with your arrogance anymore." Her voice carries a warning that's hard to ignore, but it's her expression - the mixture of anger and determination etched into her features - that truly sends shivers down your spine.

Her heart breaks at your words, but she refuses to let it show on her face. "That's not my intention," she says quietly, sounding almost resigned. "But we have to find a way to move forward now." She pauses, taking another step closer and reaching up with one hand to stroke your cheek gently. "I don't want things between us to be like this anymore. Can we...can we try to make amends?"

Her jaw tightens at your words, and she pulls her hand away as if burned. "Then so be it," she says coldly, her voice steady despite the pain she feels inside. "But remember that this wasn't my choice. Your parents set this up...and now we have to live with the consequences." With one final glare, she turns and walks away from you, leaving you alone with your thoughts and regrets. As she leaves the room, she can't help but wonder if there will ever be a way back for them. The pain in your voice echoes through her mind like a haunting melody, taunting her with what could have been. But she refuses to allow herself to dwell on it; she has duties to attend to, and the last thing she needs is another distraction.

She doesn't know why either. But perhaps it was fate that she ended up in your father's bedroom that night. Maybe there is some deeper meaning to their connection - something beyond what they can see on the surface. All she knows for certain is that her life has changed irrevocably since then, and there's no going back.

As days turn into weeks, she continues to serve your family loyally while grappling with the complex web of emotions that exist between her and you. She can't help but wonder what the future holds; whether they will find a way to be together despite everything that stands against them or if their love is doomed from the start. The thought both frightens and excites her in equal measure, leaving her feeling both uncertain and hopeful all at once.